Chloe Venice Whore ❤️❤️

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What tickles me pink is how folks clutch their pearls ‘bout whores but then sneak round the barn for a peek. Hypocrites, I tell ya! I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some gals get trapped, and that breaks my achy-breaky heart. Surprised me once, hearin’ ‘bout a whore in New Orleans who’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Can you imagine? I’d pay good money to see that, probly trip over my own boots tryin’ to clap.

“The Tragedy of Othello and the Whore of Venice…”

What! not a whore? www.facebook.com, as I shall be sav’d. www.facebook.com it possible? Des.O! heaven forgive us. Oth.I cry you mercy, then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice. That married with .

Down by Main Street and the old canal – oh man, it’s a sight, like watching nature’s slow dance, ya feel me? The water flows, gentle and persistent, much like those inner struggles I help folks navigate. Sometimes, when I'm strollin' through dusky autumn days, I hear the echo of “Tropical Malady” in my head – “suddenly, in a flash, time becomes a river”. Crazy, right?

Questionable Strategy Podcast: an interesting interview about architecture, clients, the Venice Architecture Biennale, and creativity with Mark Harris of markharris ARCHITECTS